The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 536

As Wesley closed in, fear flared in Dahlia's eyes.

Her hands were bound.

She struggled desperately, trying to break free, but it was useless.

Panic clawed at her chest, making her words tumble out in a frantic, garbled rush. First, she tried to threaten him, her tone sharp and fierce.

"Wesley, don't come any closer!"

"What are you trying to do to me?"

But then she realized her harshness might backfire. She quickly softened her voice, trying to appeal to his emotions, to cloud his mind with sweet memories.

After all, Wesley had loved her so deeply.

He used to believe every word she said.

Surely, she could reach him again.

"Wesley, please, don't do anything you'll regret. Put the knife down, okay? Let's talk this out, just the two of us."

"Didn't you once say that I was the love of your life? That all you ever wanted was to be with me forever? I promise you, if you let me go now, we can start over. We can have that future you dreamed of."

"Wesley, I swear I'm not lying this time. I know I was wrong. I know now-the only one who ever truly loved me, the only one who ever really cared, was you."

"My heart's finally clear. I realize now you're the one for me. It was Charles' money and empty promises that blinded me, made me do things I regret. Please, believe me, I'm so, so sorry. I truly am."

I'll wait for you, no matter

before Dahlia could finish weaving her

pressed the knife

breath caught in her

chill of death

looked one step away from plunging

she knew she would die right

shaking, Dahlia screamed, "Wesley, murder

to stop

murderer like you, talking to me about the law?" Wesley's voice was

choke on her own

had no idea how precious a life was—until her own was at

Dahlia's cold, calculated cruelty when she'd

knife in Wesley's

"Ah!"

a scream tearing from the depths

there was no

chilling draft across

blinked in terror,

was a

open her blouse and bra with

didn't bring her any relief-her entire

blade didn't move away. Instead, it settled right over her

The cold

el pressed against heret

skin, to